Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 162 Hand of God, this plane is under my control!

Holy plane.

When An Jing and Satan tore through the void barrier and stepped into this legendary realm, the scene before them startled them both.

"Is this the Holy Plane?"

It doesn't feel like anything special, does it? It's just ordinary, not even as luxurious as the underworld.

An Jing frowned slightly as he scanned the vast expanse of the world. Contrary to his expectations of a heavily guarded and perilous world, this place was a realm of utter purity.

There were no imagined legions of angels, nor the legendary temple guards. As far as the eye could see, there was only endless pure white, as if the entire world was filled with the purest element of light.

"Interesting." Satan sniffed the light element in the air, a playful smile on his lips, "The concentration of light elements here is probably more than ten times higher than that in the Holy City.

If you stay here for a few days, I'm afraid your light system will be able to enter the forbidden spell."

Satan has been to many places, including the Holy City once or twice. In addition to the Holy City, he has also been to the Sahara, the Arctic Ocean, the Underworld, the Dark Plane, and the planes other than the Summoning Plane.

An Jing stretched out his hand, and a brilliant ball of light immediately condensed in his palm. The light was so pure that there was not a trace of impurities, as if it could purify all the filth in the world.

"It's indeed a great place to practice light magic. If I could stay here for half a year, breaking through forbidden spells would be as easy as drinking water." An Jing said this thoughtfully, "But..."

He suddenly sensed something strange. This space seemed pure and flawless, yet it felt strangely out of place. It was like a painting that was too perfect, yet seemed unreal.

At this moment, a strange wave suddenly came from the distance. An Jing and Satan looked at each other and looked in the direction of the wave.
"This aura is Lucifer."

An Jing raised his brows slightly. He could clearly sense the violent aura in the air. It was the madness of thousands of years of suppressed hatred erupting in an instant.

Lucifer has been waiting for this day for a long time. Now that he has reached a consensus with An Jing, the first thing he will do is naturally to avenge his past grudge!
Banished to Hell, he had spent all these years constantly dreaming of the day when he could return to the Holy Plane and completely split this filthy place in two!

Satan sniffed the bloody scent in the air, a playful smile playing on his lips: "This guy really can't wait."

The two of them sped away, following the energy wave. What they saw along the way shocked An Jing. The once pristine holy plane was now stained red with blood. The shattered remains of the temple lay scattered across the ground, and angel wings were scattered into the mud.

These angels are completely different from those in the Holy City. They are more like fighting machines carefully carved by some mysterious power.

When each statue awakens, complex patterns of light appear on its surface. Those patterns are as precise as circuit boards, yet exude an ancient and sacred aura.

"Tsk, what a crude design." Satan deftly dodged a blow from the holy sword and looked at the angel in front of him with interest. "No soul, no consciousness, just a pure combat puppet."

An Jing raised his hand and formed a golden shield, blocking the attack of another angel. He could clearly feel that the energy flowing in these angels was not real light elements, but a specially processed energy.

"Tsk tsk. This place is really weird." An Jing narrowed his eyes. He could feel that this space seemed to be divided into countless layers by some force.

Each layer is so perfect that it seems fake, like a carefully designed cage.

When they arrived, Lucifer was already in a killing frenzy. He wielded a massive sword blazing with hellfire, and each swing tore through a layer of space. Those seemingly perfect fragments of space shattered like mirrors, revealing the hideous truth behind them. "You two arrived just in time!" Lucifer laughed wildly, slicing through the last barrier with a single blow. "Look at these hypocritical creatures, hiding behind layers of illusion, thinking they can rest easy forever!"

As the last layer of space shattered, An Jing was stunned by the scene in front of him.

An ancient and sacred breath came to his face, and the angel soul in his body became uncontrollably restless, as if it had encountered something of the same origin.

When the smoke and dust cleared, An Jing's pupils shrank slightly at the sight before him.

A towering palace stands behind the broken space, its entire body condensed from pure light elements, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

The sculptures were lifelike, each one in a different pose. Some held holy swords, some spread their wings, and some bowed their heads in prayer. But strangely, the faces of all the sculptures were blurred, as if deliberately erased by some force.

"There seems to be something wrong with these statues." An Jing frowned slightly, his eyes sweeping over the lifelike angel sculptures. Each sculpture exuded a faint energy fluctuation, as if waiting for something in its slumber.

Lucifer sneered, and the Hell Sword in his hand ignited with a dark blue flame: "Of course it's not right, these are all 'alive'."

"Alive?" An Jing's pupils shrank slightly.

"That's right." Lucifer raised his hand and gently stroked the face of a sculpture.

"Every statue here was transformed from a living angel. And," he paused, "each one is at least as powerful as a monarch."

An Jing gasped. He looked out over the vast expanse of light-paved avenue, its edges densely packed with statues, three or four guarding every few hundred meters.

"What the hell." An Jing couldn't help but curse. "If you want to see God, you have to go through five levels and kill six generals first, right?"

"God's 'Hand of God' can turn the entire Holy Plane into his sandbox and manipulate it at will." Lucifer sneered, and the Hell Sword in his hand ignited with a dark blue flame.
"So placing a statue every few dozen meters is just a piece of cake for him."

Upon hearing this, An Jing could understand why God had such ability. In a sense, he could also play with the entire plane as a sandbox.

But this approach is too low-level.

Monarchs are no different from ants in front of him. A little emperor can slap a monarch with one slap. Even when facing those sub-emperors who have just successfully ascended, he can still kill a large number of them with one slap.

At this moment, the nearest statue suddenly trembled. Its blurred features began to distort, and fine cracks appeared on its stone surface, as if it might awaken at any moment.
"It seems our arrival has awakened these 'guards'." Satan looked at the statue with interest. "Want to stretch your legs?"

Before An Jing could answer, cracks suddenly spread across the surface of the statue.

Stone chips fell, revealing the dazzling armor of light beneath. The statue's eyes suddenly opened, emitting two dazzling golden rays.

"Intruder. Die!"

A hoarse voice came from the statue's mouth, and the stone holy sword in its hand instantly ignited with golden flames and chopped down at the three people!

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